Monday, November 23, 2009

I am worn out with desire.

"Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you. To be without the slightest subject for a book, the slightest idea for a book, is to find yourself, once again, before a book. A vast emptiness. A possible book. Before nothing. Before something like living, naked writing, like something terrible, terrible to overcome." -Marguerite Duras

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Super Nice. I was here for at least twenty years before the first keystroke.